“Great. It will take at least three weeks. 'He that woos a maid',—
fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). For
now, I fear there is something worse, something more
present. "
"Do not speak of it," rejoined Thames, with a look of horror. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. “Won’t you have some more tea,
Mr. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to
hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another. His advice was mostly practical. Manning. She lifted the sheet and
gestured for him to join her. “You, too,” he said abruptly. "
"Six weeks!" exclaimed Thames, in a melancholy tone. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others. It’s time she knew.
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